I waited patiently for the perfect wave to wash over my sun burned feet and to pull the sand away from underneath my blisters, it came unexpectedly and rushed away quickly to join the surfers, the lone pelican and the other cool waves of the pacific. The exhilarating wave came and went just about as quick and refreshing as the past twelve days have. Each day has been a racing melody of sights, sounds, faces, places, jugos de pina, altitude sickness, good friends and good times. Now, in just three weeks Lindsay and I will go once again through bus rides, line ups, security, more security, air plane food, line ups and car rides, and we will be back in Canada. In our separate homes and beds. Que loco! The past two weeks can best be
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